For Sudden Joys, Like Griefs,

This Town Of Sheffield Is Very Populous And Large, The Streets Narrow, And The Houses Dark And Black, Occasioned By The Continued Smoke Of The Forges, Which Are Always At Work: Here They Make All Sorts Of Cutlery-ware, But Especially That Of Edged-tools, Knives, Razors, Axes, &. And Nails

All Evils Are To Be Considered With The Good That Is In Them, And With What Worse Attends Them.

Though I Don't Like The Crew, I Won't Sink The Ship. In Fact, In Time Of Storm I'll Do My Best To Save It. You See, We Are All In This Craft And Must Sink Or Swim Together.

I Had Dropped A Good Design, Which I Had Once Bent My Thoughts Upon, And That Was To Try If I Could Not Make Some Of My Barley Into Malt, And Then Try To Brew Myself Some Beer.

In Trouble To Be Troubled, Is To Have Your Trouble Doubled.